My first kiss broke a dream to the dark ceiling of my bedroom
I can’t look at you because when I do I am haunted
I am heavy chest and tears on the way home that I can’t explain away with rational thought or understanding
I feel you in the evening when you’re winding down for the day and you star me as the main character of your movie
It comes sudden and climbs my neck, in my mouth, to my lungs and into the valves of my heart
And she feels it, when you turned a corner she tripped and fell into the pit of my stomach
I can’t look at you because when I do I am haunted
I am stopped time and slowed breath that escapes and echoes in my ears with the sound of your steps
I feel you in the presence of your things scattered across the places I cross and the paths that I take -on purpose
It comes sudden, at the absence of your things- the grief climbs into my mouth to my lungs and into the valves of my heart
And she feels it, when you don’t turn the corner she sinks and pulls my shoulders to the pit of my soul
You were my first kiss in a dream that broke to the dark ceiling of my bedroom












